Jill Valentine X Chris Redfield 소설 & 이야기

One I hadn’t heard in six years. I pulled it out. The screen flashed a single name: Julian Thorne. Randell’s biggest rival. The shark of Silicon Valley. I answered it, my eyes locking with Randell’s one last time. “It’s V,” I said into the phone, my voice loud enough for the whole room to hear. “I accept the offer, Liam. I’m free. And I’m ready to burn a kingdom down.” I hung up, turned my heel, and walked out, leaving the door wide open behind me.

He had taken juicy photos of me while I was unconscious. I avoided the camera and carefully took out my phone to text Nathan. [Nathan, I’m at the Glowing Night Market. Can you come get me? I’ve been kidnapped.] After I waited for a long time, Nathan finally replied. [Moon, I can’t believe you’d lie about something like this. If you’re brave enough to wander around, you shouldn’t worry about getting home! You know it’s Valentine’s Day, and I’m at home with Erika, so you must be trying to annoy me, right?]

My whole body shivered uncontrollably. Ian… How could he? Out there, with another woman? And so recklessly that it landed them in a hospital? The realization was like a blow to the gut. My breath hitched painfully, and I clung to the wall for support. Why did I have to find out like this—while carrying his child? Why did he have to betray me, especially today, of all days? Valentine's Day. Suddenly, a sharp, stabbing pain gripped my belly. I bent over, barely able to stay on my feet, while the voices around me continued unabated.

Jose's voice was so cold and cruel, it made the chief agent feel the hair on his neck bristling. “What do you want me to do?” finally the chief agent dared to speak. “I want you to take care of my wife. I know you have the best agent to look after her and she is the daughter of Professor Benjamin, a person I know has done a lot for his research to maintain the defense and security of this country. Valerie is my wife, I will leave her to avenge what they dared to do to her. After that I'll come back to get her.” After that the phone was hung up, leaving the chief of the agent gaping at the information that Valerie was the wife of the Slayer.

Nothing. He walked towards the sofa near her bed taking a seat on it. “Alice is no more.” Valerie closed her eyes feeling a pang of pain. She already knew that Alice has committed suicide Sinister had told her. “You know why I helped him to catch you?” He said making her look at him with her bloodshot eyes. Chris’s eyes were bloodshot as well not because of tears but of anger. “Because I wanted to see you dying in front of my eyes. You know what Valerie. I have one escape for you.” He said staring at her making her realize what he was hinting on.

He was standing now, placing the bottle down on the center table. Valeria clenched her jaw as rage consumed her. Reminding herself that she needed to take all these to live a soft life, she dragged in a deep breath and stood up, closing the gap between them, her arms sliding over his chest from behind. “You know I could give you more satisfaction than she did.” Chris startled and swiftly stepped away from her, still in disbelief at what had wafted into his eyes. “You are crazy.” He announced and gulped down the rest before picking up his phone.

I said and Chloe smiled "You really like this guy , don't you?" "I don't know" I shook my head "You missed him when he stopped bothering you , waking up every 2 a.m everyday because you remembered every moment that you spend with him in this time and the fact that you only see him Val.. you like this guy" "I guess" "Love isn't about one person fighting alone Valentine , it's about 2 people. If there's only one person who fights.. there will be time for them to give up"

The kind of intensity that's been missing from our bed for so long I forgot what it looked like. The room tilts. Sound becomes distant, muffled, like I'm underwater. I saw his mouth on her clit, her fingers tangled in his hair, the same hair I touched this morning while he was still sleeping, trying to remember when we stopped being us. The red dress suddenly feels obscene. A costume for a play where I don't know my lines, where I'm not even in the right theater. Bryan lifts his head, and our eyes meet. Time stops. His face goes white, then red. His mouth forms my name, "Elara," but I didn't hear it over the rushing in my ears.

I saved a Vampire. I feel blank, I feel no emotions at all. There’s no judgment of right and wrong, such things don’t matter when it comes to the cost of a life. I feel no regret and no remorse for what I did. "My Lady," Mei's pensive voice brings me away from the Vampire and I turn my body around to answer her urgent call. "What are these holes on Julia's neck?" She asks with grave terror, her face darkening and brows shooting up as her shaky fingers point to the slumbering woman's neck.

Earlier, I had heard Michael’s dismissive voice over the phone, “Tell Janice to stop overreacting. If something’s really wrong, go to the hospital. What use am I?” From the background, Wynne’s delicate, soft tone chimed in. “Don’t be mad, Michael. Janice only acts like this because she loves you so much and wants to trick you into coming home. The party’s almost over. You don’t need to worry about me.” I found it almost laughable. I wanted to mock him and tell him to enjoy his Valentine’s Day with his little mistress, but the relentless bleeding from my abdomen stole my strength, and I passed out.